Sunday, January 15, 2012

I followed this couch on ebay like a crazy person and then promptly missed the auction, but luckily my plea to the seller to think of me in case the sale fell through was successful.

The Pharlap sign Michael found after walking home from a gig one night and the head statue has slightly bung eyes and we think that makes her especially dashing.

The Mexican tin heart we found in New Orleans. It sits perfectly with a print of one of my favourite Frida paintings.
Poor Bertoia wire chair was stalked by me for a month until I layed down the money for it and proudly brought it home.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

“n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.”